Chapter 27 Theo
Theo
She read the last line like it cost her something.
Soft. Breathless. Laced with tension that had nothing to do with the text.
Theo hit the screen with a practiced motion and the recording stopped after three incredible chapters. She embodied Yvette like a pro now. Every emotion she was brave enough to reveal to him on the couch, she’d put into her own character’s voice.
He exhaled, slow and unsteady.
“Fuck.”
It slipped out before he could catch it, barely a whisper, but it sounded loud in the thick heat of the closet.
They were wearing half the clothes they’d walked in with. Somewhere around Chapter Fifteen, he’d stripped off his hoodie. Maya had swapped into a satin camisole and matching shorts that clung to her in the humidity.
Maya looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “You okay?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “You killed it.”
She smiled, a little shy but knowing he was right.
Theo reached past her take her headphones from a folded towel, his fingers brushing the edge of her thigh.
Maya reached for his wrist.
When he looked at her, there was no air left in the closet. Just heat. Just her.
She kissed him like she’d been waiting. And he tasted her like he couldn’t wait another second.
He wasn’t sure who deepened the kiss.
Maybe she pulled him in. Maybe he lost himself. Maybe it didn’t matter.
All he knew was that her mouth was hot and open beneath his, her breath catching when he slid his hand beneath the thick curve of her thigh and pulled her flush against him.
The mic stand wobbled beside them, bumping the wall. Neither of them flinched.
Her body melted into his like she’d been holding back for days, and she had. But the way she kissed now? There was nothing careful about it.
He groaned into her mouth, quiet but guttural, and pressed her harder against the closet wall.
Her legs wrapped around him before he could ask. Her fingers dragged through his hair, down the back of his neck. She was burning under her satin cami, her skin already damp with heat, and every time she shifted, he lost another inch of sanity.
He slid a hand beneath her waistband and swallowed the sound she made when his fingertips brushed her damp curls.
“My girl is ready for me.”
She gasped. “She's been for the last hour.”
In a space that small, he managed to get on his knees, tugging her shorts down with one hand, pressing his mouth to the inside of her ankle with the other.
“Why can’t we seem to make it to a bed?” Maya asked, shivering under his lips.
He pressed another kiss just above her knee.
“Because I like you like this,” he murmured. “Hot and desperate. Nowhere to run.”
Maya whimpered, thighs trembling under his hands.
He kissed higher, dragging his tongue over the inside of her thigh, slow and filthy.
Then his mouth found her pussy.
She gasped, one hand flying to the wall for balance, the other buried in his hair.
He licked her like he meant it. Long, greedy strokes of his tongue, pausing only to suck her clit into his mouth and moan against it.
Tonight, he only wanted her to have his moans.
Her hips jerked against his face. “Theo—oh my god—”
“That’s it,” he said, voice ragged between licks. “Let me hear it.”
Her desperate cry was enough to make him hump the floor. He mindlessly ground his hips against a random beach towel, imagining what it would be like to finally fuck her.
She was shaking now, mouth open, panting like she couldn’t catch her breath. He felt her unraveling, every tremble, every sharp inhale.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured against her. “You taste like you’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“I have,” she panted. “For about three days.”
He slid two fingers inside her, slow and thick, and she nearly screamed.
“Ohhh fuck…”
“You like my fingers, baby?” he asked, curling them just right.
“Oh my God, yes…”
“I’m gonna make you come on them,” he said, licking up to her clit again. “Then I’m gonna fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me in the morning.”
He kept his mouth on her, fingers stroking right where she needed it—slow at first, then deeper.
Her hips lifted off the floor.
The pressure crested sharp and fast.
She came with a cry, pulsing around his fingers, trapping his face between her thighs. Her hands gripped the back of his head like she was too scared to let him go.
He held her through it, licking her through it, moaning like it was his orgasm too.
And when her body finally stilled, he slowly rose from the floor, his mouth slick with her.
“Come here,” she breathed, pulling him in.
He kissed her like he’d never kissed anyone. Hard. Hot. Her taste still on his tongue as she clawed at his t-shirt, dragging it off in one frantic motion.
“Condom?” she gasped.
“Are we done with everything but?” he asked, already reaching for his wallet.
“I think we’re well past it,” she scoffed, stripping the rest of her clothes off. She leaned against the closet wall, legs slightly parted, chest heaving.
Theo fumbled with the foil, barely able to breathe.
“You okay?” she asked, voice cracked.
He looked up, eyes gone feral. “Maya, I’m about to fuck you so good, you’ll want to narrate that.”
He finally steadied his hands to tear the foil open with a quick flick, but there was no rush in his movements now. Not with the way her body was spread out in front of him, bare and flushed and waiting.
He came out of his pants, his boxers, before rolling the condom on with one hand, eyes never leaving hers.
He drank in the sight of her dimple knees drawn upward, thick thighs and glistening pussy, thanking his lucky-fucking-stars that he was in this position.
Cramped as it was, he felt blessed to be at her feet.
Maya was studying him just as hard—his thick dick, already slick at the tip, gripped tight in his hand as he stroked down, slow, deliberate.
He loved the way she watched him.
She let out a soft moan. “God, you’re hot.”
Theo’s mouth curled into a half-smile, feeling mighty pleased with himself. “Thank you, baby. You’re a fucking goddess. Ready for more?”
Her answer was a whisper. “Please.”
He crawled closer, pressed her back against the wall, and lined himself up, hot and hard, right at her entrance.
And then he sank into her.
She gasped, head tipping back against the wall, body stretching around him in one perfect, aching slide.
Hot. Tight. Perfect.
Maya’s mouth dropped open, her eyes fluttering shut for half a second before she forced them open again, like she didn’t want to miss a single thing.
“Fuck,” Theo breathed. “You feel—Jesus, Maya.”
She was gripping his shoulders now, nails biting in as her body adjusted to him, inch by inch. He held still for a breath, chest heaving, sweat-slicked forehead pressed to hers.
“Okay?” he whispered.
Her lips brushed his as she answered. “Better than.”
He pulled back slowly, just enough to watch her body clench around him, then thrust again, deeper.
She whimpered.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “You got this.”
He kept his pace slow, deliberate, grinding into her just right until her breath hitched and her legs trembled again.
“You feel that?” he whispered, rolling his hips against her. “That stretch? That pressure?”
She nodded, gasping. “Yes—fuck—”
He kissed her, hard and hungry. Then pulled back just enough to speak against her lips.
“You’re dripping down my dick, sweetheart. So fucking wet for me.”
She clenched at that, and he groaned.
“Does it feel good?” he asked. “Having me this deep?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He thrust harder, and her head hit the wall with a dull thud.
“Sorry,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Can’t help it. You feel too fucking good.”
Theo moved faster now, placing his hand behind her head. The slap of skin against skin was impossibly loud in the tiny closet, her soft cries muffled by the coats and walls. He was an expert at sound, and these were so fucking beautiful…
Their bodies were slick with sweat, heat rolling off them in waves. Every shift between them was a slide; his chest dragging across the swell of her breasts, her thighs clenching around his hips, their skin catching and gliding like it had been made to move together.
His hands slipped down her sides, greedy and reverent. She was all soft, glorious heat under his palms. He gripped her hips, then let one hand drift up, fingertips trailing the outside curve of her waist, then cupping one full breast.
Goddamn.
It filled his palm perfectly. Heavy and warm. He squeezed, thumb grazing her nipple, and she arched up into him like she needed it just as badly as he did.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so good. So full. So—fuck.”
He dragged his mouth down her neck, teeth grazing, then lower, tongue tracing sweat and skin and the deep valley of her cleavage. Her hand clutched his hair again, holding him close.
“You like me touching you like this?” he rasped.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
He dragged his mouth downward, lips closing around her nipple as he thrust into her again.
She cried out, sharp, needy, completely undone.
He sucked gently, then flicked his tongue, letting his hand work the other breast until she was writhing under him. And god, she was still so wet, he could feel it in every stroke. Hear it in every obscene, perfect sound their bodies made.
“Oh, God, Maya,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to hers. “Your body was made for me…”
Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Her voice cracked. “Theo, I’m close—don’t stop—please—”
“You want to come again, baby?”
“Yes, please—”
“Go on then. Lemme feel it.”
She shattered on a gasp, head thrown back, thighs trembling, her entire body fluttering around him as she came in a broken wail.
He chased her release like a man starved, grinding deep as she clenched around him. His rhythm stuttered. His vision blurred.
Then it hit him.
Her name tore from his throat in a low, aching sound as he spilled into the condom, hips jerking, chest bowed over her like he was trying to crawl inside her skin.
Heat crashed through him in waves, sharp and white-hot, pleasure blooming so deep in his spine he saw stars behind his eyes. His whole body seized, then shook as her body milked him through it.
It wasn’t just the orgasm. It was her.
Her body gripping him like she never wanted to let him go.
Her moans still ringing in his ears.
The scent of her permeating his skin.
He kept moving inside her, gentler now, but still thrusting like he didn’t want to stop. Like he could stay there forever. Let her thighs hold him. Let her heat sink into his bones.
He finally rested his forehead to hers, breath shaky, lips ghosting across her cheek.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’ve ruined me.”
They stayed like that for a long moment, tangled, trembling with everything they hadn’t said out loud yet.
But eventually, Maya let out a soft laugh against his shoulder.
“We have to get out of this hotbox before we die.”
Theo groaned, forehead still pressed to her temple. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Mine stopped working halfway through recording.”
He laughed and finally eased back, careful as he pulled out and reached blindly for the towel they’d shoved under the mic stand. He cleaned them both up with slow, reverent hands, then braced himself on the wall with a sigh.
“Help me out before I melt through the floor,” he said, offering her a hand.
Maya took it, wincing and giggling as they stood, naked, sticky and exhausted.
She wobbled slightly and leaned into him.
Theo steadied her, grinning. “We’re so professional.”
“I swear, the next time we do this, it has to be in a bed.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Give me about fifteen minutes and I can make that happen.”
She snorted and opened the closet door. Cool air rushed in like a blessing.
They both stood there for a second, glowing and breathless.
Theo looked at her, hair mussed, skin flushed, and said softly, “You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”
She gave him a look, teasing but a little shy. “Don’t get sentimental now.”
He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Too late.”